Date: Tue, 18 Aug 2009 13:20:19 +0200 (CEST)
From: ARTFITZ <artfitz@orange.fr>
Subject: The Druid chapter 3

The dawn broke in a thundering of birdsong. The eastern sky brightened and
the clouds, tinged pink, moved slowly in the westerly breeze. The mountains
of the west lay in the distance across the great river and the plains of
Moytura . The green forests thick on the other side of the river teamed
with the wild boar and stags which the warriors prized so much in the
hunt. The river Shannon itself was a silver ribbon reflecting the growing
light of the rising sun. The druid woke, his body shuddering in the morning
cold. His eyes adjusted to the light and the blue sky spotted with clouds,
he heard the birds loud praise of the rising sun and smiled. He had faint
memories of a wild dream in which he became the raging stallion of a mighty
warrior. He felt his manhood stir. He looked around saw the object of his
passion preparing breakfast by the fire.... He was preparing some oatcakes
which he was placing on the curved river stones. The stones he had heated
in the fire the evening before while he prepared the trout. The stone
remained hot under the embers of the fire. This method of baking was used
commonly by the Knights on manoeuvres. The smell of the baking oatcakes
reached his nostrils and he remember how hungry he was. The vision of the
boy warrior leaning over his task was also making him hungry. The boys
shoulders strong and muscular gleamed in the sunlight. The long hair of the
boy hung slanting over his beautiful face and down his shoulders. The sheen
of the morning sun gleaming brightly on his beautiful mane.

The druid stirred, his body movement surprising the warrior who moved into
an attentive crouching position, reaching over towards his sword sheathed
in its leather scabbard. He understood quickly that the movement was by the
man he loved and not a robber. His beautiful mouth widened as he stood up,
his white teeth flashing a smile that melted the heart of many a maiden and
a lot of seasoned warriors at the fort of the King of Leinster. His whole
body was a work of art. Each muscle perfect and each slow movement of his
limbs a splendour to watch. He moved towards the druid, the look of love
and passion mirrored in the eyes of the old man whose age and experience as
well as his mature body and beautifully powerful soul had first attracted
the attention of this boy warrior. The boy studied his face and body
carefully. He moved towards his master and bowed wishing him health and
peace and kneeling to kiss his beautiful long fingered hand. He noticed the
veins in his hands and the hairs on each segment of his beautiful
fingers. The effect of this contact was becoming visible as the druid
looked down at the boys hair. He pulled the boys face upwards. The warrior
face was so smooth and beautiful the druid smiled revealing his even teeth
and his curved red lips.

The passion which stirred in both men was palpable but they both knew that
the object of importance for the day was to traverse the great river. They
would have to walk towards the south for several miles along the river path
which lead to the ferry. It was in the charge of the chieftain of the
O'Rourke clan. They had the rights to the work from the time of the Tutha
de Dannan who ruled Ireland before the arrival of the Celts. The family
Ringfort surrounded by several smaller ones constituted the town/place of
the Moon, 'Athlone', in the language of the foreigners. The congress of the
druids was held here during the summer solstice. The population rose a
thousand fold as the games and marriage fair were held in the town.

The high dirt walls were surrounded by a palisade of seasoned oak
beams. Two sentries stood guard over the entrance, which had a little house
like structure built over the gate. The gate was open and there were many
people entering and leaving carrying packs. They noticed the great druid
and all moved to one side bowing before his shadow and admired his large
stature and beautifully worked and coloured belt with its collection of
small gourds. His staff/wand of great power and antiquity pounded the
ground as he strode towards the gate. They also noted the presence of a
noble warrior bearing the colours of the King of Leinster and carrying a
large shield and spear. The girls glanced up from their bowed positions to
wonder at the beautiful legs of this warrior. And following his legs
upwards notice his kilted brat and his clean white linen shirt. His muscles
were very fine indeed and any of the girls would have opened their legs to
make a child with such a noble young man. You must know that at that time
in Ireland the females had as much rights as the males. There were noble
maiden warriors who were as admired and well known as the famous
Cu-cullan. Many a princess or queen reigned over large and small kingdoms
all over the island. They could choose their man and divorce him with
little difficulty and their sexual requirements were as important as those
of the menfolk.

The guard in the gate tower rushed towards the great hall of the rath
(ringfort) to warn his master, the chief, of the arrival of the Druid. It
was unthinkable that a great man such as this should pass through his lands
without being greeted and feasted by the master of the area. The importance
of the rites of hospitality were codified in the Brehon Laws. An error in
the greeting could bring down the person who made the gaff. The Chief
called "The O' Rourke" was wakened from his bed, three young girls squealed
as the guard rushed into the chamber pulling the bear skins up to cover
their nudity. The guard nearly forgot what he came to announce as he
thought how much he would love to be the object of the desire of such
beautiful maidens.... well, they may have been maidens last night
but... now, after a night with "The bull O'Rourke" as the men of the tribe
called him, he doubted if their maiden heads were intact.

O'Rourke dressed quickly and came to the gate as fast as his short fat legs
could carry him. His belly swaying above his low slung belted kilt. His
hairy chest was nearly bare an his very hairy legs almost black. He had
very powerful leg muscles like tree trunks. His long shaggy beard and
moustache was a tangle but he held himself with the dignity of a prince and
greeted the druid with a curt bow given his rank and position in the
affairs of the Island. 'Cead Milé Failte a dhuine uasal.'  A hundred
thousand welcomes oh High born personage, the formula of greeting strictly
adhered to.  I welcome you to my family home and would be honoured if you
would take meat at my table and drink of the mead which my family is famous
for. Should you require anything else for your comfort just ask me and it
is yours.

The druid responded in the accepted way blessing the household and wishing
long life and many sons and daughters to 'the O'Rourke'.... he already had
over fifty that he knew about... The druid asked for passage for himself to
the western bank of the river and the use of a chamber where he could lie
after eating for an hour. The druid pointed to his warrior boy. 'I wish
this warrior to be fed and taken care of he may come to me after we dine to
take care of my needs. The boy stiffened and smiled. O Rourke smiled also
as he examined the boy. 'I shall take good care of him, don't you worry.'

The druid moved forward into the enclosure making the welcoming ceremony
complete. He was shown to the great circular hall of the rath where many
people milled around all anxious to see the great man and ask for his help
with various problems. He sat for a while by the fire in the centre of the
hall as each person who wished to ask something of him came forward. The
great oak beams of the hall were painted and decorated with red and
gold. The hight of the hall was over 60 feet, and the smoke bellowed in the
rafters before escaping into the blue skies outside by a large circular
hole in the roof. The smoke may have been inconvenient but it did kill the
lice and other insects which would have plagued the people in the hall
otherwise.

In the enclosure O'Rourke took the boy warrior to the guard room where he
offered him the hospitality of the men. The men stood when the chief
entered. Some lost their speech when they saw the beautiful boy warrior
come in behind the beer bellied chief. They had each been hand picked by
the chief and had undergone the initiation required by the warriors of the
tribe. They had masturbated on mass in a circle into a bronze pot which
they mixed with mead and drank until they became so drunk that their
instincts as males became rampant and they fucked each other with great
power. The chief watched this activity and chose the one he would mount
ceremoniously before the troop and fuck with his master sized cock and
bulls balls. Each of the men had a memory of this process. Some desired it
even now after so many years. O'Rourke smiled as he eyed his
favourites. They each felt a hotness in the area between their cheeks, each
felt the emptiness which they wished filled by this monster of a man.

O' Rourke turned and left the boy behind him in the good hands of the
troop. He moved towards the hall where the preparations for the feast were
in hand. In the guard house he just left things were in hand also as one of
the men had been chosen to be fucked by the whole troop of twenty men. The
choice made by drawing lots. The young boy warrior was invited to
participate which he agreed to immediately. Such games being normal in the
troop of the King of Leinster as well. The chosen warrior was a relativly
old man of 50 or so. His muscles were not as taught as they used to be and
his belly lagged a bit but his was the O'Rourke cock, like a
stallions. Meaty balls hanging down low and a great shock of grey hair on
his chest and face. He moved into the position required easily turning his
bare arse to the company who each took his pleasure in a strict pecking
order. The man moaned and shouted as the whole troupe mounted him, some
taking longer than others some being more adventurous. The man's hole was
red and flowing with cum. The matted hairs on his arse and legs covered in
the sticky liquid which the men shot all over him and in him....The boy
warrior looked on counting the number of times and watching the men take
their pleasure some playing with each other as they watched the chosen one
being rammed by their fellow troupers. He was certainly learning a
lot. Ideas that came into his head that he would like to try out with his
master. The boy took up his position behind the now sagging arse of the
older man his balls distended and his horse cock flaccidly hanging low
between his legs. The hole was very distended and easy to enter , slimy and
slippery and so hot that the boy was surprised. When he looked around at
the others they were all commenting on his method and watching his tight
juvenile arse squeezing his cheeks together as he pumped the man. Many of
the troupers pulled their cocks in unison with the action of the boy some
even sucked their colleagues as Stefan rolled his hips and filled the man's
hole with his large solid cock. He eventually came when he thought of the
druids calm face as he rode him that night in the clearing. Hunger was the
pressing object now as the ravenous troop watched him shoot his load into
the already full hole. The boy wiped his cock and the arse hole of the man
with a linen cloth gathering an enormous quantity of cum. He held this
aloft and handed it to the weary man as his prize.

When this was finished the exhausted trooper was raised on the shoulders of
the other men and brought to the table where he was fed the Hero's part of
the boar which had been roasted during the morning. The troop looked so
happy as the man sat with difficulty in the place of the chief..

They feasted and sang and drank for hours. The conversation and singing
reaching a crescendo before they each fell into a coma one after the
other... They boy warrior got up from his place and walked towards the door
and out into the afternoon sunshine. He was looking for his lover.